Lost-Liar

kilala

*pushes way in broken door and wipes away spider webs* wow.. this place.. such keen memories... such people and friends.. *wipes off a space and jumps up to sit on the bar* ah, what's that.. oh it's bob's ale. *sniffs then chugs a bit* and that chain hanging there, I do believe that is where miss c tried to chain bunny up.. there is the booth par always went to when he wanted to think or wine and dine a new lady love.. we have had both weddings and divorces, christenings and funerals.. flirts and divas..war and peace.. fun and games.. *remembers writing the paper here when business was brisk* and oh look, curious left the key to the wine cellar *curls up with the ghosts of these and other friends who only remain tied up in memories of the lounge*